Luyện nghe bài hát That's Me

"music might sound strange and beautiful. You feel disembodied,..
boundless, spinning helplessly space..."

[Jamie
me,
the one you see in dreams
or sinner,
the message is embedded in the
Ugly as might come
Raised from the dirt and
and to be no one

me,
straight up out my and out my shit
In the alley, a gat looking to bash your head wit it
Watch your blood outcha skull onto the ground
And ya to my grave where you will never be found

Madrox]
me,
Not giving a again
unstoppable and crazy I don't to pretend
Not Rocky, but I'm sure to rock your
Drink saki, I'm smokin' monkey paw

me,
kids me Cousin Louie
Cause my slugga by my side on the daily,
It to me
It tells me who to on (ride on)
We are a team and it's your we decide on (C'mon)

You you know me
And my Juggalo (DARK LOTUS!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)

Yet in the end all wannabe down (DARK LOTUS!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)

Child]
me
Standin' in a puddle of
a fat ass blunt cuttin' it up like WHUT??
Feelin' really lonely, and all my are dead
At least that's what the voices in my
said

HEY!!

[Shaggy 2
me all up in your mug dont get it punched.
Knock Knock (who There?), now ya lips all up.
When I stop my stop too.
Then i peel back out on ya ya motha fucka you.

That's Me, crazy, and I'm up and, I got a hostage and the cops
are just me mad.
Negotiations fell watch it on the news because i shot that
motha right in plain view.
2 dope]
That's me, What bitch? You got somthin to
Why my knuckles got you teeth prints all up in em? (ooo)
I skin em. Why ya so rough?
Little duct tape on the fingers and I'm the fuck up.

You you know me
And my Juggalo (DARK LOTUS!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)

Yet in the end they all down (DARK LOTUS!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)

Killa]
That's me right you, Mad as hell, Nose flarin.
Makin all those sounds, in ya face starin.
over trash cans, breakin 40 bottles.
Villian the streets, I'm a ghetto role model.

J]
That's me in a wig, swingin a machete.
Pig blood on my chest to bring the party confetti.
That's me spittin shit, fuck hardcore
I throw knives in the crowd and have em for the door.
[Anybody
That's me, that's you shoulda known a little better.
I be motha fuckas for whatever, whenever.
Spinkle dust from the dead ya favorite drink.
Then sit back and laugh and watch fat ass head shrink.

J]
That's me, the pussy popper, neck chopper.
Swingin like a helicopter. Murder alotta.
me and notice I'm down for the Lotus.
Like a kamikaze I hit the vocal booth and blow this (shit the fuck up.... so the fuck up.)

You you know me
And my sound (DARK LOTUS!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)

Yet in the end they all wannabe (DARK LOTUS!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)
Who dat is? (THAT'S ME!)